WINDCHIMES
(a true drabble of 100 words)
by Rhyselle
Elellindo intently examined the square of glass. The waves of blue and green light danced like the sea across his face. A school of fish that had been carefully hand-painted in gold and silver seemed to swim as he tilted the pane this way and that. He nodded in satisfaction.
When he dropped it into the high-sided wooden box in front of him, his apprentice winced at the crash of breaking glass.
"Bring me the drill and the ribbons, child."
Before midday, Elellindo hung the tinkling windchimes by the front door of the fisherman who had recently returned from Mandos.
A/N: Inspired by a poem by Glenda Mitchel Palmer called "Windchimes".
"God shattered my plate-glass life,
Then he took the broken pieces
And made them into windchimes."
Elellindo is a Telerin glassmaker who was killed in the First Kinslaying and was released from Mandos around the time that Glorfindel went back to Middle-earth. Ever since he regained his memories of his former life, he has been making windchimes for each Reborn Elf that he meets or hears about. There may be more to his story, but this is all that the muse gave to me so far.